their son lay lifeless and blue
his feet now clammy and cool
his eyes a colorless hue
How could I face them alone
their knees bent down on the floor
their words an echo forlorn
their faces in agony torn
How could I in duty go on
his memory still hovering near
the smell of his laughter adheres
the sky and the moon hide in fear
How could I in despair lose all hope
when I know life and breath He controls
quietly all my questions elope
and gently my tears He cajoles
© labujamra
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